I hear voices from a far distance
Through the holes of high standing Himalayas
Through the cracks of charming Chinese walls
Through the murky river rushing down to us,
I hear voices from a far distance
From the small cells of squirrel size
From the dark rooms of rat holes
From the long lines of concentration camps,
I hear voices from a far distance
A woman wailing, for her dear husband
A child calling for her father figure
A monk murmuring for his murdered Lama
I hear voices from a far distance
When men in uniform are at distant
When the communist curtains are wide open
When guards at the gate are gone
I hear voices from a far distance
For the land they lost long ago
For the siblings they separated so long
For the freedom they lost long ago
By Sonsnow
